#robotic assistants

[a1medianet]

This Robot Just Made History And Nobody Noticed!

Imagine a world where robots walk among us, not as science fiction, but as reality. With Optimus, Elon Musk's vision of AI-driven humanoid assistants has come alive, revolutionizing the way we think about work, automation, and the very essence of humanity.

🚀 What does this mean for us? Will Optimus be the greatest human invention or the dawn of a new era where machines outshine their creators? From lifting heavy loads to performing delicate tasks, Tesla's Optimus is ready to reshape industries-and perhaps even our daily lives.

⚡ Are we stepping into a utopia or a robotic revolution? This breakthrough could change everything! Stay till the end as we explore the breathtaking features, mind-blowing capabilities, and the impact Optimus will have on the future of mankind.

📅 Expected Launch: 2025 🏢 Manufacturer: Tesla

"Tesla's Optimus humanoid robot is no longer just a prototype! In 2025, mass production begins, with Musk envisioning these robots in households, factories, and businesses. Optimus is designed to:

✅ Perform household chores. ✅ Assist in manufacturing and logistics. ✅ Learn and adapt using AI.

Musk believes that humanoid robots will eventually outnumber humans, making Optimus one of the most revolutionary AI-driven inventions of this decade.

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[homehealthcareinc]

A Look at the New Tech in Home Health Care for 2024

In 2024, the landscape of home health care is undergoing a transformative evolution, driven by technological advancements, a growing aging population, and an increased focus on patient-centric care, finally. From cutting-edge medical devices to innovative care delivery models, the new frontiers in home health care are reshaping how we approach healthcare in the comfort of our homes. Are these a…

[yes-asil]

Scribbled game!agent Stone, because the concept won't leave me alone

[technically-human]

Dammit Stone, those things have cameras!

A sort of part two to this post

[iraprince]

.💗💗💗.

[logicpng]

Aster Assistant Software (Ukagaka/Desktop buddy)

(UPD: More descriptive page here!)

(UPD2: Aster's appearance no longer matches these screenshots and GIFs. More here.)

You know better than opening suspicious links and files, but this one was deemed safe by your antivirus. It claims to be a TerraByte product, but you swear you've never heard anything about it, let alone TerraByte. It also seems to be almost… nervous to be here. Something's not right, but you may as well enjoy the new company.

A first-time ukagaka project based on my OC, Aster, and the fictional universe they're from. As most ukagakas, requires SSP to run. Link includes an explanation as to what those are and installation instructions. Windows only! Based on Girl & Triangle template by @zarla-s.

Features:

A bunch of dialogue!

Some longer one-sided conversation!

Links to some common Windows tools!

Online search abilities!

Two balloons, for no reason whatsoever!

…That's it?

Content Warnings:

⚠️ Unreality - No 4th wall, meta themes. An optional function addresses some software you've used while the Ukagaka was running, it's not enabled by default.

⚠️ Photosensitivity - Character often vibrates in place, in short bursts. Enable "Ignore SERIKO move" in SSP's Preferences (Ghost (2) > Ignore SERIKO Move) if this may cause an issue.

Download here!

Instructions for installation are linked to in the page. I polished this as best as I could so far, but as this is my first project as large as this, very possible I overlooked something!! Do let me know if that happens

[tangramkey]

i love my Basketbot Portal AU

[lady-raziel]

REVIEWS SAY FALLOUT TV SERIES DOESN'T SUCK

[dat-soldier]

Trace and the Bonziest of Buddies

[yippee-optimistically]

mods r asleep post humanized 4x

finished catching up on tpot it was peakkkkkk but i am so scared of one. also working on little clay and felt dolls of 4 x and 2

[madamemiz]

Idk if you're still taking votv requests, but I really liked that one omega kerfus sketch where it's getting pet...👀 do you think that opening up its chassis would give you radiation sickness, since it has that capsule inside of it?

(...worth it if you ask me)

good news anon, the radioactive capsule isn't in there! perfectly safe :3

[iggyshippingcorner]

okay so the sickfic has spiraled wildly out of control. it's at 2k words right now and i think the final is going to be around 5k... (sigh)

in the meantime! 1k words of Stone cooking that I wrote after baking dessert for an event last weekend. features: domestic stobotnik, some named badniks, and food as love language. mostly canon compliant, takes place sometime in the crab era :3

working at the hardened mass of brown sugar with slightly damp palms. the cheesecake is in the oven, cyan watching it with rapt focus through the glass. he’s refilling the baking supplies in the crab’s kitchen while he waits for the timer to go off. the brown sugar solidified into a brick of molasses while it waited on the counter, and while there are quicker ways to soften the sugar, he’s always preferred this method. small crystals cling to the grooves of his fingers and palms as he kneads at the brick, humming quietly to the music oni plays from her vantage point. a large clump breaks off from the brick, and he rolls it between his palms until it begins to crumple, and he deposits his fresh handful in the waiting jar. 

he dusts his sugar-coated hands off over the sink. a quick rinse to make sure he isn’t leaving crumbs across the whole kitchen. the terracotta disc gets a quick rinse as well, the old clumps of brown sugar clinging to it sloughing off under the spray. he towels it dry, revealing the familiar sparrow with its forked tail and sparse plumage. it goes in the jar, pressed down into the sugar to tamp it flat. with its labelled lid screwed back on, it returns to its designated spot in the cabinet beyond the marzocco. after the brown sugar comes the flour, a hefty glass jar with a bail lid that came from his own apartment. nearly empty. he scrapes out the last two cups and sets them aside, rolling up his sleeves as he wrangles the new bag of flour. 

alpha’s bzzt-brrp! from his perch above the fridge heralds the doctor’s arrival. stone doesn’t turn around so much as he drifts to a more interruptible task and then allows the doctor to step comfortably into his personal space, arms winding around his middle. his chin digs into stone’s clavicle. they don’t speak, not yet, just stand swaying slightly as he sets the kettle to boil and begins perusing their steadily growing tea collection. as much as the doctor despises switching things up, he’s been surprisingly accepting of stone introducing some diversity to his caffeine intake.

there’s clementines in the bowl by the marzocco, and the doctor reaches past stone to snag one. he rewards the snack choice with a silent shift, his elbow squeezing robotnik’s forearm to his ribs more securely. there’s the gentlest rumble of a laugh against his shoulder-blades. he tips his head to one side, curious, but the doctor doesn’t offer any explanation. just leans in and bumps his cheek against stone’s ear, moustache tickling his jaw and lips. 

“back to the grind,” he says, a touch too loud for how close he is. stone squeezes him again just because he can, and then lets him disentangle himself. “ETA?”

stone flicks the oven light on, and they both crouch in front of the glass once cyan shuttles away with a dejected zzzrr. the cheesecake bubbles quietly. stone checks the egg timer. “another hour. hungry?”

“biding my time,” robotnik hums, and waves the orange at him. “curry tonight?”

“I’ll see what I can do,” stone replies, like he wouldn’t carve the moon from the sky with his bare hands if the doctor asked him to. “what were you thinking?” 

“surprise me,” the doctor says, all magnanimous, which stone knows to mean reasonably spicy, and containing either lamb or pork. he graciously allows stone to steal the clementine from his hands, watching impassively as he quickly, efficiently peels it over the sink, and returns the exposed heart of it to his waiting hand. he pops one of the slices into his mouth and when the flesh splits between his teeth, stone has to take a slow, measured inhale. robotnik eyes him, but he just smiles, easy, agreeable. “I’ll send cyan to you when dinner’s ready.”

“sounds good,” the doctor nods, and leans in for an entirely unprompted kiss on the cheek that leaves stone blushing in the artificial sunlight of the crab’s kitchen windows. he shuffles out of the kitchen, peeled clementine in hand. stone watches him leave. cyan beeps eagerly from her post in front of the oven, and it breaks his reverie. 

“alright, alright. let me get in there,” he laughs, grabbing the oven mitts. 

the cheesecake comes out perfect. he has to swat multiple badniks and one robotnik away from it while it cools, and wrestles it into the fridge to chill properly despite more than a few protests (“this is a perfect time to test the liquid nitrogen chamber!”). 

dinner is a quiet affair crammed side by side at the island, legs tangled beneath the counter. the doctor steals more than a few pieces of lamb off his plate, and begrudgingly eats a few extra pieces of bell pepper in exchange. when they finally cut into the cheesecake, stone drinks in the sight of his doctor’s first bite-- the way his eyebrows raise a little, the way he assesses and catalogues consistency, texture, flavour. how his nose scrunches a little and he grins toothily down at his plate in appreciation. 

“excellent again, stone,” he says. such direct and genuine praise calls for a little preening, even if it causes robotnik to smack his arm and nearly send his own slice of cheesecake flying. the doctor snickers as he rights himself on his stool again, and accepts the retaliatory forehead kiss.

they drink tea on the couch afterwards, watching some telenovela while pretending (badly) to not notice the way they gravitate closer and closer, until robotnik’s head is in stone’s lap and both mugs are on the coffee table. stone is trained better than to fall asleep while the doctor provides running commentary on the anarrative arcs at play in the episode, but he would be a liar if he claimed his eyes never drifted shut listening to the familiar cadence of his doctor’s voice filling the warm space between them. his tangents ebb and lull like the waves overhead, their quiet domesticity concealed within the crab, far from the prying eyes of the world.

[deepdreamnights]

Carol of the Hells (Scary Wicked Deadly Evil Christmas) The DeepDreamNights Robot Band Feat. The Trans-Stygian Orchestra

Even the unfathomable legions of the damned love Christmas, and like any musical act with a general disdain for mankind, the DeepDreamNights Robot Band was way overdue a Christmas Song.

So summon up these Christmas spirits and see how many demons, devils and evil spirits can you identify?

[tea-cat-arts]

Actually, I hope Jiaoqiu stays blind (at least for a couple years in our time) and just bullies the Xianzhou alliance into inventing disability aids and treating disabled people better

[shentheauthor]

Hey guys do you think Ruyi’s hologram looks like Yi because Kuafu wanted to feel like he was talking to his friend again?

[cyle]

here's that silly robot i've been working on to help me tag my posts. it's mostly very entertaining to see just how wrong it can be. it thinks part of the astartes ii post is about skateboarding.